Amir didn't want the Dark Faction to be the same as before, where an alliance of clans with the strongest on top controlled everything. No, for the Bonum Society to achieve what they needed and to freely pursue the Golden Globe, they needed absolute control.
With everything that had occurred, including the fact that an outsider clan, which they believed was the descendant of the Noctis Clan, was taking charge, it felt almost like a new king had been elected, and that was the perfect time to be showered with gifts.
Amir had asked Ricktor, a member of the Erupting Fist Clan, to lead Raze back onto the stage, where there was suddenly a seat. Raze hadn't even noticed when it had been placed there.
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